His Destructive, Toxic Love

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"What does she mean?" The man snapped, irritation evident in his voice. "Afraid I'd cause her trouble?"

Dillon nodded.

Mr. Casper was sharp, figuring it out instantly.

"Let's go. We're leaving the hospital."

Casper was fuming.

All the way back, Dillon didn't dare utter a word or even breathe too loudly, terrified of further angering Casper and getting thrown out of the car.

The tension was palpable.

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David and Eliza's engagement party was a grand affair, inviting not only Casper but also many of Falconridge's elite.

Early that morning, Eliza slipped into the white cocktail dress David had carefully picked out for her. She stood at the door, greeting guests.

The dress, with its off-shoulder design and snug fit around her waist, highlighted her slender figure. She looked stunning.

Sometimes, she felt a little lost.

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When they first got married, she envied others who had grand engagement celebrations. Even watching proposal videos online filled her with regret. Indeed, it was a regret.

She never wore a proper wedding dress, only posing for a photo in one that wasn't even considered a bridal portrait.

That photo was long gone.

The memories between her and Casper were fading, and soon they would vanish completely from each other's lives. She let out a bitter laugh.

Why was she thinking of Casper again?

No, it wasn't him she was thinking about, but rather her past self's emptiness.

While Eliza was lost in thought, Casper and Dillon arrived, one after the other. "Congratulations, Mr. David."

Hearing Casper's voice, Eliza lifted her gaze towards him.

Their eyes met, and she quickly looked away.

Casper chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on her delicate collarbone. "Ms. Valerie, you're looking quite stunning today." Worried Casper might say something inappropriate, Eliza leaned in and whispered to David, "I need to use the restroom." David understood how seeing Casper made Eliza feel. Softly, he asked, "Do you want me to come with you?" "No need."

Eliza picked up her dress and headed to the restroom.

The place was bustling with guests.

She chose the most secluded restroom, almost empty.

Gently turning on the tap, she washed her face. The cool water refreshed her slightly tired features, bringing her some clarity.

Yet, she still couldn't find peace in her heart.

"Hiding from me?"

The sudden voice shattered the quiet.

She turned, catching a glimpse of Casper standing at the door through the mirror.

A cigarette dangled from his lips, his casual demeanor reminding her of a rebellious playboy.

A flicker of surprise passed through Eliza's eyes, but her expression remained calm. "Why would I hide from you?"

"Hiding because of what happened that night," he said, disliking her pretense, his laugh carrying a teasing tone.

Eliza's lips curved into a slight smile.

Was he overestimating his importance?

"I didn't take that matter so seriously."

"Didn't you?" He stepped into the restroom, the door closing softly behind him and locking. He advanced towards Eliza. "Wasn't it you, Ms. Valerie, who was insistent on calling the police that night?"

Eliza's heart skipped a beat, her

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against the hard sink. Each step back was filled with slight panic.

Even now, Casper didn't recognize her.

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After that night, whether he had any other intentions towards her, she truly didn't know. "I've told Dillon, I won't dwell on that night. I hope Mr. Casper won't bother me again."

"Ms. Valerie, you're quite heartless," he said, removing the unlit cigarette from his lips and tossing it into a nearby trash can, blocking her retreat, "Was my performance that night so unsatisfactory? You're already engaged to someone else?"